'OMournes Gulls'

"I met him today, I was crossing the Strand,

And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand.

And there we stood talkin' of days that are gone,

While the whole population of London looked on.

But for all these great powers he's wishful like me,

To be back where the dark Mournes sweep down to the sea.

There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind,

With beautiful shapes nature never designed,

And lovely complexions all roses and cream

,But let me remark with regard to the same

That if of those roses you ventured to sip,

The colours might all come away on your lip

,So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waiting for me

In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea."

— percyfrench